A doll that was made by mistake. A doll constructed from incidental hands and accidental scraps. A doll that was made to be whatever was needed. A doll that was made to never be enough.
It was fine at first, untouched by knots and dust and shop grease. It was fine at first, when the gears only had to be rearranged a bit.
Unfortunately, things change. And as this doll changed, to slot in some new punch cards, to accommodate more strings, to work around new requirements on the shop floor, it has gotten worse. The porcelain doesn't fit together like it used to, removed and put in place a thousand times to accompany new accidents done to the doll. The wires and string find themselves tangled more and more. Don't even get it started on the punch cards, shoved into the doll with such a hunger (not that a doll would ever hunger) that crumbs are left to clog the doll long after the cardboard instructions are gone.
This isn't even mentioning the normal issues with doll aging. The loose gears and coats of rust that fuck up what once was pristine inner workings. Breaking contraptions that can only spill what they once organized and held so tight.
The dust is something only the doll can be blamed for. It was made by mistakes, made to fulfill, but never quite hitting the mark. It only makes sense it would collect dust, the mark of being forgotten. This doll was made by mistakes, it was made to break for those who need it, it was made to be forgotten.
A doll like this one should never want anything.
